Everybody Knows - Wooden Shjips

In the bloody moon

Whistling for the road

The honest seen view

The longing for home

We’re only alone

We’re good

The riders not to lose

The farmer to the two

We’re going past is you

Stinging through the years

Oh day way seen

One buddy

Only left before

I see you next to me

Takes so alone

It’s falling to a steer

It’s scent in existence

All lonely